Arn & Tully Testo

Testo Arn & Tully

Featuring Smoke DZA, The Kid Daytona
Prod by The Quartermaine

(Verse)
Live save a ringless, sky scrapper to you midgets
A pinch right niggerin, I’m takin all opinions
Major of independence, quit layin up with the women
You seein now law and now pop bars in Venice
Breaker now flow up, belt made from boa
Shit it don’t sound amazed, you try to haze diploma
Revelate with toes up, from a page I wrote up
Spit it on stage and get them hands to go up
Tell yo bitch to dome us, indoor stadium
Her face is in my crotch and mouth, my C’s baver then
Neighbors in the caller, no logos
On my hoes eatin pussy, never no homo
Gazed out has put me on alloisia the aroma
20000$ sweater, whoever shit to tell you
Daytona, go to skank, just rub tips
Fuck bitches like for a livin I touch rims

(Verse)
Right, I ain’t gonna hold you up, I’m a low junkie
I done shop at every rugby in the whole country
Put posers on front street
RL to my undies
One deep stuntin on crews
Bucket load like I’m on a cruise
Maybe somewhere on the middle of the Mediterranean sippin booze
Real ride labels lookin smooth
Smooth operator, grind with the bullshit
Dudes you’re a hater
Go on with the job shit, live shit, who got dough?
‘Cause broke niggas shouldn’t chop like so
I’m a made man, get it on the go
No limit, Kurt Hennick with the flow
Me and Peter on the Cheeba
Front row, Rob versus Cena